This Leaden Pall

It's the year 2163
Chester Barnes is risen from the dead
And he's coming round to creosote the fence
And I for one feel spartan and monastic

As the drama unfolds on the lawn
There's a wager between the staff and me
That Barnsey can't complete the job before
I take my final Stannah up the stairs to the stars

Papal entourage give us a song
Papal entourage give us a song
Papal entourage give us a song
Papal entourage give us a song
Sssh…

Granddaughter doesn't want to know
Ever since she got into the charts
Ask her what perfume she wears
"Self-Righteous" by Anita Roddick

The doctor overrates me in my room
And with the regularity of doom
A geezer with a double-necked guitar
Comes and tells me Tales from Topographic Oceans

Papal entourage give us a song
Papal entourage give us a song
Papal entourage give us a song
Papal entourage give us a song

Papal entourage give us a song
Papal entourage give us a song
Papal entourage give us a song
Papal entourage give us a song
Sssh…